Wednesday, September 16, 2009

She Forgot Purple

There are no tired rhymes. There are no forbidden rhymes. Rhymes are not predictable unless lines are. Death and breath, womb and tomb, love and of, moon, June, spoon, all still have great poems ahead of them.

Rhyme is an irrational, sensual link between two words. It is chemical. It is alchemical.

http://www.visionforum.com/search/productdetail.aspx?search=hollywood&productid=87800These messages from the SAICFF pretty much changed my life and the way I view the culture as a Christian and an artist.